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‘Supernatural’: But I Can Carry You

Dean walks alone through the dark, silent warehouse. He senses something behind him and turns. His gun is batted away and he’s knocked to the floor. Castiel looms out of the shadows. Yay! Cas! Dean holds up a hand in a defensive gesture. Castiel takes his arm by the wrist, twists, and wrenches it out of the socket. Wait, what?? The angel raises his gladius and doesn’t hesitate. Dean has time only to gasp out, “No, Cas! Don’t! Please!” before the blade is in his chest. Castiel looks down into Dean’s face impassively, only removing the gladius once he’s sure Dean is dead. WHAT JUST HAPPENED?? WHAT IS THIS?!? IS THIS A DREAM? THIS IS A DREAM RIGHT?? WE’RE GOING TO RESET AND GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING AND FIX THIS, RIGHT?!?!???

The lights slowly switch on and Samantha Carter enters behind Castiel. She observes his work and is clearly pleased. She breaks into a smile as she joins him next to Dean’s rapidly cooling corpse. “No hesitation. Quick. Brutal. Everything’s back in order. Finally … you’re ready.”

The camera lingers next to Dean’s body and then pans up. The vast warehouse floor is littered with dead Deans. Even in my traumatized state, this is a cool shot. Well played, Show.

The boys have been busy exploring their new home. The library is full of boxes and crates excavated from some sub-basement. Dean picks through the treasures and wonders aloud if it would have killed the Men of Letters to label them in something “other than hieroglyphics”. He finds a narrow blade that is either the Spear of Destiny or God’s toothpick and something that looks vaguely like the Tiki god bottle opener I brought my brother back from Hawaii. Sam is sitting at the illuminated map table, deep into research. He’s listening to Dean with less than half an ear. Fascinating stuff. He should journal about it. For the archives. Dean pulls a small jeweled egg from its box, opens it and takes a sniff. As he is wont to do. Sam has a coughing fit and Dean asks “Doc Holliday” if he’s okay. Sam says he’s fine as he balls up the bloody napkin and tosses it in the bin. Dean finally, finally hits yahtzee in a slim blown file folder. Vintage pr0n. “These Men of Letters weren’t so boring after all.” He thumbs through the copy of Voluptuous Asian Lovelies, grinning with delight. He shows it to Sam. It’s a first edition. Does he know what it would go for on Ebay? “No. Why, do you?”

“No! Maybe. Shut up.”

Sam has been busy tracking a rash of dead bodies popping up throughout the mid-west. “Each of the victims had severe burns around their eyes, hands, and feet. Puncture wounds through the backs of their hands. Eyes and internal organs liquified.” “That sounds like us. So … chupacabra. Power tools gone rogue? Wait … are we talking a Maximum Overdrivesituation here?” Sam thinks they should leave in five. Unless Dean needs some more time with Miss October. “Make it ten.” Sam chuckles and Dean leers at him as he walks away. It is adorable. Dean lingers for only a moment more before flipping the magazine closed. That’s when he notices the sputum covered rag in the bottom of the trash can. Dean has a concerned.

They begin at the home of the most recent victim, a teacher in Lincoln Springs, MO. Anne Morton’s husband leads them down to the basement. In the center of the room is a work table with a cardboard scale model of the town. It’s very Raiders with a soupcon of Beetlejuice thrown in. Anne stopped sleeping and would disappear in the middle of the night. When Mr. Morton tried to talk to her, she would just mutter something about an orchard. He followed her on one of her rambles. She started digging at the playground at the elementary school. She left with little bags of dirt. They hang over the model, each sachet of crazy suspended from the ceiling with twine. Each bag marks a hole that she dug. She dug for hours and never broke a sweat – straight down, 10-15 feet. Mr. Morton hesitates before finishing his story. He didn’t tell the police this detail because he didn’t want them to think he was crazy. He tried to confront Anne after he got home and her eyes turned black. He says he knows he imagined it, but he left anyway. He went to the bar, had a few too many glasses of sweet, sweet healing booze, and by the time he came back, she was dead.

Sam is troubled by the lingering questions of the case, in particular “since when does a demon possess someone, then go all Beautiful Mind and start digging in the dirt?” Dean is totally focused on the good part about someone killing demons. That sounds right. “I feel like we should send a card. Or flowers. What kind of flower says ‘Thanks for killing demons’?” A nice bleeding heart plant? They call on Wendy Rice next. She was the last person to speak with Anne. Over coffee, Wendy and her giant curlers explain she had never met Anne before she called earlier in the week. She was looking for an original map of the city. She didn’t say why, but did mention an old orchard that had gone missing. Lincoln Springs was wiped from the earth by one of the river’s 100 year floods. All the original town records were lost – but not to Wendy. She’s a PhD candidate. Her dissertation is on the history of Lincoln Springs and its connection to the Underground Railroad. She pulls out a map of the current town overlaid with notations marking original features and landmarks. She points out the location of the Jukubiak Orchard at the intersection of Downey and Bond Streets. TEAM EXHAUSTIVE HISTORICAL RESEARCH! Wendy didn’t have a chance to share her findings with Anne, but her assistant called just that morning asking about the map. Cue the knock on the door. Wendy opens it to find three unpleasant looking toughs standing on her front porch. I’m pretty sure one of them was the Rob Pattinson wanna-be from “Live Free or Twihard.” I’m going to pretend he is. Their eyes flip black as they rush through the door. Fight fight struggle fight. Twihard tosses Wendy onto the coffee table, grabs the map, and runs. Dean pulls Ruby’s Knife from his belt as his demon smokes out and into Wendy. She jumps up and scampers into the kitchen. Sam is steady having his aspirations handed to him in the dining room until his demon explodes in a burst of light. Castiel lets go and the demon drops to the floor. He holds Wendy in his other hand, clutched by her curlers. Hee!

Dean tosses Sam an ice pack for his shoulder. Sam angrily tosses it aside. He’s fine. Dean gives him the side eye but doesn’t challenge him. Castiel binds Wendy in a devil’s trap and we move into the awkward family reunion portion of the evening. Sam demands to know where Castiel has been since “Torn and Frayed.” Dean fills in the silence. “You heard me, didn’t you?” Sam does a double take. Dean allows only the slightest nod of his head to acknowledge, yes, he prayed to Castiel. Don’t make it a thing. The angel reluctantly cops to it, but explains that’s not why he’s there. He’s hunting demons. The recent body count is his. He turns to Samantha Carter. What should he tell them? She counsels truth. “Most of it, anyway.” The boys may be able to get Heaven closer to the angel tablet, but they can’t be trusted. Castiel protests, but Samantha Carter shuts him down. “Lie. Tell them what we discussed.” Demons lie, not angels, but Castiel obeys. Dean tunes up to get shouty as Castiel says he’s been searching for the other half of the demon tablet without them. Crowley has his demons on a search for Lucifer’s crypts (Lucifer apparently had crypts), possessing locals who may have some special knowledge. They hope to find a parchment that will allow them to translate their half of the tablet without a Prophet. “A demonic decoder ring in Crowley’s hands. Awesome.” Castiel doesn’t know how Crowley knew to start looking in the first place, but he’s hoping “the strange haired demon in the kitchen” is more knowledgeable that the others he’s interrogated.

He walks into the kitchen leaving the boys alone. “Boy, he puts the ‘ass’ in Cas, huh?” Dean worries that he hasn’t been right since he got out of Purgatory – which PS, they still don’t know how he got out. Sam blinks hard and puts his hand to his mouth. Maybe he’s thinking. Maybe he’s trying to fight back the urge to be sick and curl up on the floor for a nice lie down. It’s a really quick, subtle moment showing just how hard Sam is trying to power through. He wonders why Dean was praying to Castiel if he thinks he’s so sketchy. From the kitchen, the angel saves Dean from an uncomfortable answer by reminding them that he’s a celestial being. He can hear them. Hee!

They join him in the kitchen. Demon!Wendy is tied to a chair with her hands bound out in front of her on the table. She’s sitting in the middle of a devil’s trap. She oozes about the dirty, dirty thoughts human!Wendy was having about Sam. “What can I say, she has a thing for smuttonchops.”

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Oh, lord. Oh, mercy. Marry me, Robbie Thompson! Making fun of Sam’s sideburns will never not be funny. HEE!

Castiel doesn’t find it funny at all. He jams the gladius into the back of her hand. Don’t want to tell him about the crypts? Here, have another one. Oh, I’m sorry demon!Wendy. Did you think angels were the good cops? You must be new. Do you watch this show? Castiel holds the blade in place while the demon screams and even Sam and Dean start to get a little uncomfortable with the direction this is taking. Demon!Wendy howls through the pain that they have a hostage. They’re holding her at the Murray Hotel. One of Crowley’s pets. She knows the towns where all the crypts are buried. Sam asks about the parchment. Samantha Carter’s head snaps around and she gives Cas the stink eye. Shut. This. Down. Demon!Wendy is all like, what are you babbling about Billy Bob Joe Jim?? Castiel doesn’t allow her to say any more. He reacts instantly when Carter barks at him to kill it. He pulls the blade out of demon!Wendy’s chest and turns hard eyes on Sam. It told them what they needed. “I started this hunt without you because I didn’t want anything to slow me down.” In a blink, he wings out.

The boys race to the hotel, pulling up in time to see the flash of light coming from inside a third floor room. They burst through the door as the last demon falls. You can hear what’s left of their eyeballs sizzling in the burned out sockets. Well played, Foley guys. Castiel nods toward the bathroom. The hostage is in there. Dean turns the knob and the door slowly swings open. Meg is sitting in the corner by the sink, bound hand and foot. She’s bruised, battered, and bloody.

I hope Robbie Thompson likes fruit, because he is getting ALL OF THE FRUIT BASKETS!

They move her to the bed, and Dean has to ask … “What’s up with the hair?” HAH! She appreciates him noticing, but the blond dye job wasn’t her idea. It was Crowley’s. “And it’s just another reason I want to stab him in the face.” She readily admits to telling him the location of Lucifer’s crypts, but what can she say? “I needed a break from the constant torture.” She did visit them all during her time with Yellow Eyes, “but don’t worry, I haven’t exactly been giving them the Glengarry leads.” She just gets them in the ballpark. Enough time has passed and enough has changed that her lies are still plausible. Sam is appalled – APPALLED! – that innocent people have died just so Meg can buy herself some time.

“Hi, I’m Meg. I’m a demon.”

She smirks that Crowley hasn’t found anything. “Every crypt’s been one Al Capone’s vault after another. And on top of that, someone kept picking up the trail and icing demons.” She smiles at Castiel and he worries to Carter that Meg is going to tell Sam and Dean the truth. Does he have to kill her? Carter struggles for an answer. Meg does know the location of the crypts. “But working with a demon is … unclean.” Castiel suggests they can use her, as Crowley did. Carter agrees. He pops back just as Meg says the magic words – angel tablet. Sam’s eyebrows are all like, angel what now? Dean quickly looks at Castiel. Castiel can’t look at either of them. Sam isn’t sure he heard correctly. Did she just say angel tablet?

“You know, I get why Crowley calls you Moose now.”

HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Comedy. Gold. Dean side eyes Cas so hard they roll out of his head, across the floor, and to the nearest bar. They just can’t even. Castiel convinces no one at all when he lies that this is all news to him. Dean calls him out, but Meg brings them back to the actual point. She lied. The demons are digging in the wrong place – but not for long. “So who’s up for fleeing?” Sam agrees that she’s right … and that they need her help. Dare I say, she’s their only hope? It’s Castiel’s asking that persuades her. “Any of you dummies got a map?” She shows them on Anne Morton’s model. She has no idea what’s there now. “Do I look like Google to you? Figure it out genius.” If they need her, she’ll be rifling the liquor cabinet. Castiel follows Meg upstairs and tends to her wounds. “Why are you so sweet on me, Clarence?”

“I don’t know. And I still don’t know who Clarence is.”

Meg takes a swig from the whisky bottle and asks if it would kill him to watch a movie or read a book. “A movie? No. But a book, with the proper spells, yeah.” Literal Cas is literal. She flirts that he’s much cuter when he’s shutting up. He gives her a look and what was she just saying about quivering nethers? She wonders which Castiel he is – “original make and model or crazy town?” He considers the question and furrows. “I’m just me.” His “noodle” is back in order and remembers everything. “I think it’s a pretty good noodle.” Meg raises an eyebrow. Everything?

“If you’re referring to the pizza man … Yes, I remember the pizza man. And it’s a good memory.”

Does he ever miss the Apocalypse? He smiles at the absurdity of the question. Why would he miss the end of times? Meg misses the simplicity. “I was bad. You were good. It was easier. Now it’s all so messy … I’m kind of good, which sucks. You’re kind of bad … which is actually all manner of hot.”

“If we survive this, I’m gonna order some pizza and we’re going to move some furniture around.”

Castiel doesn’t quite understand. Meaning slowly dawns as Meg grins up at him. He seems to like what she has to say and would like to subscribe to her newsletter. TEAM MEGSTIEL!

Sam ID’s the location of the crypt. Dean and Castiel will go inside to get their “Indiana Jones on” while Sam and Meg wait outside. Sam immediately balks. Meg can hang and watch their backs. He’s not letting Dean go in alone. Cas is like, uh, he’s not? Dean wonders since when do they trust Meg? “Hey, I got you this far.”

*in stereo* “Shut up, Meg.”

Dean plays the bloody rag in the trash can card. They don’t know what’s inside the crypt, and Sam almost let a demon get the best of him at Wendy’s. Sam isn’t fine and he hasn’t been fine since the first trial. That’s why Dean called Cas. Trial? “Shut up, Meg!” Sam insists again some more that he’s okay. If by okay he means damaged in ways even Castiel can’t heal. Dean hands Sam Ruby’s Knife and he finally, reluctantly takes it. Dean shoots a quick look at Meg and follows Castiel into the warehouse. They walk down a corridor and Castiel feels a draft. He mojo’s a hole in the wall, revealing a secret chamber. It is exactly like something out of Indiana Jones – but not the fourth one. That movie was ass. He bursts into Naomi’s office slightly frantic. Well, angel frantic – so mildly kerfluffled on a scale of zen calm to hair on fire. Anyhoo, the chamber is warded, Dean is inside poking around, and Crowley’s demons are too close. They’re running out of time. What should he do?

“Handle it!’

Outside, Meg and Sam are angel and demon proofing the building and catching up. “Wait, so I took how many bullets for you guys and you didn’t even look for me? Like once? My hero.” If Sam doesn’t want to talk about the past, how about the present? What’s with the whole trials and being damaged thing? No? “You’re not going to tell me? Seriously? How am I not Team Sam?” Sam’s b-face is like, where should I start? She wonders if it’s something worth dying for. If he doesn’t want to say, fine. “But remember, I spent time in that walking corpse of yours. I know your sad little thoughts and feelings.”

“That’s creepy.”

Here’s what she remembers. “Deep down, in parts you never let see the light of day, you want to live a long normal life away from creepy old things like me.” Sam admits it. He does. He had a whole year of normal, with … someone … and now he knows it’s actually possible.

“What, that’s how you spent your last year? With a chick? Lame.”

Sam suggests they just wait quietly and think about products they might like to purchase. Meg isn’t ready to let this target rich subject go. She asks for a name and is wounded – wounded! – when Sam won’t tell her. “So, some chick actually got you off hunting, huh? That’s one rare creature. Tell me, how’d you meet this unicorn?” He tells her.

“Wait, hold on. There’s one part I don’t understand. You hit a dog and stopped. Why?”

Sam doesn’t know what to do with that question. His whole story, and that’s Meg’s takeaway?? No, she heard the rest – he fell in love with a unicorn, “it was beautiful then sad, then sadder … I laughed, I cried, I puked in my mouth a little. And honestly, I kind of get it.” There’s no time to elaborate. They have company. Fighting demons. Fighting demons. Fighting demons.

Castiel points to a dusty chest. That’s it. It’s the only thing in the chamber warded against angels. Dean hefts it to the center of the room and jimmies the lock. He opens the lid to reveal a football sized block of stone. “Winner winner chicken dinner.” Castiel is a hint too eager as he tells Dean to hand it over so he can return it to Heaven. Dean corrects him. They’ll take it to Kevin so he can translate it. Right. What did Cas say? That’s what he meant. He’ll take it to Kevin. Dean is beginning to have a bad feeling about this. Castiel insists to Carter that he can reason with Dean. That’s not a chance she can risk taking. “If the demons get their hands on the angel tablet they’ll kill us all. They’ll destroy Heaven!” You know, it’s interesting that the angel tablet is in Lucifer’s crypt. I often wondered during Season 5 if torching Earth wasn’t just Lucifer’s prelude to nuking Heaven. Anyhoo, Carter doesn’t care that Dean is a good man. “Kill him.”

Dean offers another option. He and Sam will take the angel tablet to Kevin while Castiel resumes his mission to find the other half of the demon tablet. “That is priority, isn’t it?” Castiel drops all pretense. He can’t let Dean take the tablet.

Can’t.

Won’t.

Dean squares up. How did Cas get out of Purgatory? Samantha Carter doesn’t understand the problem. Castiel has done this a thousand times. “You’re ready. Kill him. Then take the tablet and bring it home where it belongs.” Dean just wants an answer. Be honest – for the first time since he’s been back – and the tablet is his. The gladius slips into Castiel’s hand. Dean starts talking, trying to break through. “You don’t have to do this!” Castiel brings the blade down and Dean instinctively raises the stone to protect himself. The blade throws off sparks as it hits the tablet. Castiel unspools a turn in Samantha’s office. “This isn’t right!” Does he realize what that tablet can do for them? For Heaven?

“I won’t hurt Dean.”

“Yes. You will. You are.” Dean yells at Castiel to fight what’s controlling him as the angel slashes down with the blade again. Castiel grips his head in his hands and draws in a loud ragged breath. What has Samantha Carter done to him?? She tells him to relax and let his vessel do what he knows – deep down – is the right thing. Does he have any idea what it’s like out there? “There’s blood everywhere! And it’s on your hands. After everything you did … To us! To Heaven! I fixed you Castiel. I fixed you!”

Dean reaches out and puts a steadying hand on Castiel’s shoulder. Cas throws him off with a blow that sends him flying into the wall. Dean picks himself up and throws a punch that Castiel easily stops midair. He twists and dislocates Dean’s arm, just as he’s done a thousand times. Dean drops the stone and it shatters on the floor, revealing the angel tablet inside. Sam and Meg hear the thunder and they must be playing Crowley’s song.

Castiel forces Dean to his knees and begins beating the pretty off of him. He pauses to glance at the tablet. Dean challenges him. Take it! “But you’re going to have to kill me first.” Cas is all like, yeah that’s pretty much what I’m doing. He seems bored. Like he’s on auto pilot. Maybe because he is. Castiel is fighting the bigger battle in Carter’s office, trying to resist while she commands him to end it.

“Bring. Me. The tablet!”

Castiel raises the blade a final time. Dean’s face is a purple mess of blood and contusions. It’s equally as bad as the beating he took from Lusamfer in “Swan Song”. Dean raises his hand up to his friend. He knows Castiel is in there. “I know you can hear me. Cas, it’s me! We’re family. We need you. I need you.”

The gladius clatters to the ground. Dean slumps over, cradling his arm, his last bit of energy spent. He groans and pants, trying to breath through the pain and his broken nose. Castiel bends down and reaches for the tablet. As he touches it, it begins to glow from within. The brightness grows, spreading into and around Castiel. Samantha Carter cries out and shields her eyes from the blinding whiteness. It doesn’t seem to affect Dean as badly – maybe because one of his eyes is already swollen shut. When the light recedes, Carter is alone in her office. Her hold on Castiel has been broken. He stands over Dean, holding the tablet. Dean is certain he’s about to die. He reaches his hand out again, pleading and afraid, the bravado with which he usually faces certain death totally gone, because this is is Cas. The angel slowly reaches down and puts his hand on Dean’s broken cheek to heal him. The look on Castiel’s face says more than his simple “I’m so sorry” ever could.

Castiel brings Dean up to speed, but he can’t explain what broke his connection to Carter. He just knows that he has to protect the angel tablet now. From her – and from Dean. He wings out with no further explanation.

Meg doesn’t smoke out, but stands her ground and takes up the forward position against Crowley. He’s intrigued to hear that Castiel is inside. So that’s who’s been poking his boys. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Moose. After what you did to my poor dog.” I’ll mention here that Sam’s hair looks really good in this scene. All kind of fluffy and tousled. Anyhoodle, they both know that’s not why The King of Hell came. “I’m here for the stone with the funny scribbles on it.” Not going to happen? He loves it when Sam gets all tough. “Touches me right where my bathing suit goes.” It’s the look on Sam’s face that really makes that line sing. Crowley pulls out Alfie’s gladius and Meg tells Sam to go.

“Save your brother. And my unicorn.”

Crowley’s opening attack is psychological. “Timon and Pumba tell you their big plan? Did they share that little chestnut with you? They mean to close the gates of Hell, sweetheart. They mean to kill me and all the demons – you included.” He had her at ‘kill him’ but then he lost her again. Fight fight beat the holy hades out of Meg fight. She might actually look worse than Dean. She tries to pick herself up off the ground. Crowley grasps her collar and she uses him as leverage to painfully finish the slow journey to fully upright. He could beat on her for eternity. She hears the squeak of the doors and looks over his shoulder to see Sam and Dean getting into Baby. They both turn and look back at her. “No Cas in the back seat. Your stone is long gone.” A part of me hoped that this was the point where Cas would swoop in and save Meg. Of course, that potentially meant that Crowley might die, and losing Mark Shepherd is clearly unacceptable, so. WHAT TO DO! WHO TO ROOT FOR! NOT EVEN SOLOMON COULD CHOOSE! Meg gathers her strength and drives her own gladius into Crowley’s arm. He drops his grip on her and she throws her head back, but Crowley is faster. His blade finds the mark and Meg is dead.

No! NOOOOOOOO!!! I’M SO CONFLICTED!! I’ve rather come to love Rachel Miner’s Meg and the oddly endearing relationship that she and Castiel have, but on the other hand – she killed Pastor Jim and Caleb and she’s basically responsible for Jo and Ellen. She’s like a demonic Jamie Lannister – I have to remind myself of all the horrible things she’s done when I start to feel sympathetic and actually like her. *sigh* RIP Meg.

The boys peel out but Crowley lingers behind. Carter finds him in the crypt. He’s not surprised to see her – and actually seems to know her. He loves the hair, btw. He sums up their mutual state of empty handedness. “Your Castiel is in the wind with our prize.” Our? “If I didn’t know you better I’d say you’re losing your touch.” Carter corrects him. Cas isn’t in the wind, he’s doing exactly what he’s supposed to – protecting the tablet. Crowley snarks that he seems to be doing a pretty good job of protecting it from her. Carter looks like she’s about to get her smite on and he gives her the two-handed ‘simma down now’. “Easy, love. If you remember our time in Mesopotamia the way I do, you know I’m a lover. Not a fighter.” Wait, what? Mesopotamia? Whaaaaat? So Crowley isn’t two-bit tailor Fergus Roderick MacLeod of the Clan MacCloud, born in 1661 in the Highlands of Scotland? And if he isn’t, why did he let the other crossroads demons think he was? Hoping they retcon this point of canon in a satisfying way. Anyhoo, Crowley floats the idea of making a deal, “before this gets truly bolluxed.” His answer is in Carter’s absence, as she wings away while his back is turned. “Tart stole my move.”

Sam tries to puzzle out what happened to Cas when he touched the tablet, but Dean doesn’t care. “All I know is that he is off the reservation with a Heavenly WMD.” Dean does care about the lies. He’s at his limit and can’t take any more. “From anyone.” He gives Sam a hard look. Sam gets it. He realizes it’s time he stopped lying to himself, too. He knows he should have told Dean, “but I just wanted to believe I was okay.” Dean reminds him of what Castiel said – he’s hurt in ways that not even the angel can heal. “Sammy, I need you to be honest with me from here on out.” Sam agrees and promises that he will be.

“Listen, I may not be able to carry the burden that comes along with these trials … but I can carry you.”

Dean deals with the awkward moment in the only way he can. He switches on the radio. Yay! The rock music – specifically, Supertramp’s “Goodbye Stranger” plays!

is the undisputed truth But I have to have things my own way to keep me in my youth Like a ship without an anchor, like a slave without a chain Just the thought of those sweet ladies sends a shiver through my veins

They drive on in silence, Dean staring straight ahead at the road.

An angels walks into Samantha Carter’s office and silently shakes her head.

And I will go on shining, shining like brand new I’ll never look behind me, my troubles will be few Goodbye strange it’s been nice, hope you find your paradise

Castiel tucks the tablet into his backpack. He looks at the other people on the bus and then stares out the window watching the scenery slip by.

Tried to see your point of view, hope your dreams will all come true Goodbye Mary, goodbye Jane, will we ever meet again Feel no sorrow, feel no shame, come tomorrow, feel no pain Sweet devotion, it’s not for me Just give me motion and set me free

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